Don't compare me to him. [ Katsura tenses, feeling his well-subdued anger begin to rear its head upon being touched. His arm jolts, the back of his hand batting against Sakamoto's to encourage him to let go. ]
Don't even talk about him. You don't know anything about him.
[ You weren't there for their entire story. ]
What drives his passion isn't what drives mine. Do not put us together.
You think I don't know people? I see through 'em for a living. I'm a merchant, remember?
[It is very rare that Sakamoto gets angry, but that comment does get under his skin. Perhaps it's because he's drawing upon the fact that Sakamoto didn't go through what they did, and while that may be true...
Who is to say he didn't go through just the same, or even worse?
He's never said anything about his past.
Sakamoto isn't one to talk about things that make him sad.]
It doesn't matter what your passion is. I don't mean ta say that your passion doesn't matter, don't take this the wrong way-
[Even when he's irritated, he's still diplomatic.]
But you're actin' crazy.
If you wanna be that guy, the man who brings Japan back in full swing... You've gotta calm down.
[ His fingers coil, curving into his kimono as he sits there, squeezing his eyes shut stubbornly, not wanting to look or hear Sakamoto at all at this rate. Sakamoto is the last person he wants to hear tell him what to do on a subject matter such as fighting. Sakamoto was strong, but he had changed from when they were teenagers. Zura, though, still hung onto the spirit of who he was ten years ago.
He whirls his head around to finally look at Sakamoto. He isn't one to really yell during an argument, but one thing that gave away his temper was how intense his eyes looked. ]
What do you suppose we do? Sit back and allow this, and this, and this to happen..!? I'm tired of being toyed with! I don't want to bark anymore, I want to bite and put an end to this!
[ He doesn't want to be weak. ]
You and nobody else can sway my decision..! Either you are with me or not.. and if you are not, then..— [ You'll really be alone. ]
His lips are shut tightly, drawn together in a thin, fine line. Zura and Sakamoto have never seen eye to eye when it comes to this sort of thing, and although usually they can agree to disagree...
The intensity slowly builds in his chest and in his ears, and in his eyes too, because they don't waver from Zura's, not at all, not one bit. Of course he isn't going to fight, he can't, not like that anymore. Perhaps that is his own fault. True! He wouldn't deny it. He lost his ability to fight in that way a long time ago, because he chose to do the thing he felt was best
And he wouldn't change a damn thing about it, because he still believes that he made the right choice.
But it is the very notion that he isn't worth listening to, which is somehow easier to tolerate when they're in a big group of people and he has to play the fool, that's wearing his patience thin right now. Every other time, perhaps, he's been able to make some kind of excuse when people treat him poorly- He chooses to mediate, the sacrifice is all worth it somehow, etc etc.
Usually he can ignore this kind of anger and move onto something else, but he's stuck. Stuck in one place and left to feel angry about that too.
As much as he loves to talk, sometimes the best way to leave a mark is to not say anything at all. Strange how quickly this man can change from fiery hot to ice cold, but the change is there, marked by the way he promptly lifts himself off the couch and picks his coat up off the rack he dumped it on earlier.]
Would you rather be alone? Than have me here.
I can leave, if you'd like.
[He sounds so polite, which is the most telling sign of how he truly feels.]
[ He didn't want to say it cause he didn't want to hear it, but Sakamoto said it, so he heard it anyway. He sits there in silence, head dipped down and hair obscuring most of his pitiful looking face. He hadn't expected this kind of argument with Sakamoto, but maybe this was his way of showing that he had enough too.
The breath that he takes rattles his lungs, obviously stirred up by so much emotion. He practically takes a gasp of air to breathe better— no, he cannot imagine somebody else walking out on him. He hated thinking about it.
In a soft voice: ]
I'm sorry.. [ One hand lifts to hurriedly wipe away from warm tears that are beginning to form on his face, not looking at Sakamoto. He really had lost control of his emotions just now, hadn't he? ]
I'd rather die by your side than succeed by myself. [ At this point, it was true, but he was so focused on making a point how important it was to him to rescue everyone and send them all home than the words that were coming out of his mouth. ]
[Sakamoto feels a pang of guilt in his chest, as he's never been quite so openly angry with a friend before, only baring his teeth at people who don't deserve his kindness (that's a very short list). He understands, too, the desire to save everyone, to ensure that the other captives make it out of here as well.
After all, nobody intended to be here in the first place.
With a sigh, he sits down near Zura again, idly taking a strand of hair and brushing it from the other's face. Sakamoto lets his index finger linger behind Zura's ear, and instead of addressing what actually bothered him about the samurai's words, he decides to move on.
[ He doesn't want to admit that he isn't well— just like how he didn't want to admit how lonely he was (and still is) as a child. It's such a sign of weakness, and unlike some people he may know, Katsura's pride laid partially in his strength. But he had been here for much longer than Sakamoto had been. He had seen so many terrible things, even though they weren't real, they felt real— like he had gone through even more trauma.
For some reason, Katsura wanted to carry the burden of saving everyone. He didn't want to share it with anybody else. Maybe it as to be recognized and admired as a hero like he always wanted to be back home— the hero reformist that saved Japan's valuable culture and older traditions. He's too stubborn to so easily ask for help.
He doesn't look at Sakamoto, tears flooding down his face at hang at his chin. He doesn't even know what to say at Sakamoto, so he just reaffirms his identity: ]
—I'm Katsura. [ Katsura, the general position. Not Zura, the guy who could relax because Gintoki could handle it since he was around— those words they spoke as children when he was trying too hard. He needed to remind himself who he was when he felt weak. ]
[Sakamoto recognizes the signs of distress, because he had always been so peripheral back then, and not as entirely motivated by glory of winning a war. What pulled him through those dark times was the ability to be fighting alongside people he admired, people he knew were going to make a difference, and people he hoped would see him as an equal.
As a friend, somebody they cared about.
He opts to avoid words at this time, as Zura isn't likely to listen to him or change his mind about anything at all, not when he's feeling down like this. Reaching out, he grips one of the other's wrists very gently, in an attempt to pull it from the other's face. Insistently:]
[ Katsura doesn't seem to pull his hand back when Sakamoto decides to grab him by the wrist, honestly a bit surprised that he would boldly touch him right now. He can only pull his gaze at Sakamoto, though the corner of his eyes were pricked with tears.
The words he speak captivate him for a brief moment, sweeping him into a mild state of confusion. Tatsuma is complimenting him? Just like that? Unlike Gintoki, Katsura was concerned about his strength. Gintoki just wanted to do good for people so they wouldn't suffer like he does. Katsura, though, wanted to be recognized and adored for the things he could do and the strength he possessed.
He has to ask to be sure: ]
W..What? Ah.. [ He pulls his gaze to the ground, but allows Sakamoto to hold his wrist if he wants to. ]
I suppose I am strong when it comes to losing a Jenga game.. Or when I have to hold myself when the bathroom is occupied. [ ah. Then, with some more confidence, he looks back up at Sakamoto: ]
Yes, my bladder is very strong. [ Zura no.. that's not what he means. ]
[Sakamoto fights the urge to reach out and pull Zura in, to hold his hand as if they were something more than friends. Friends can hold hands too, right? Yes, yes! Of course! Why is he being so silly?
The gears visibly turn in his head. Despite his attempt to quiet those strange ideas, he does laugh in response to Zura's peculiar choice of words.]
Ahahaha~! No, no!
You've always been a sore loser. That's not what I'm talkin' about.
[He's laughing so loudly, he doesn't even hear the bladder thing.]
You've been through so much, Zura. And still, ya don't throw in the towel! While some may call that stupid-
[ You've been through so much, he says. Nobody ever recognizes that about him. Nobody ever really tries to show sympathy for what he has gone through— back home or here‚ but right now in this moment, what Zura hears from Sakamoto almost surprises him. His throat tightens up slightly. He doesn't know what else to say, so his hand inches closer to Sakamoto's until his fingers delicately curve around Sakamoto's hand.
He closes his eyes and squeezes Sakamoto's palm, turning his face away from him again, mainly because he is beginning to feel a small smile form on his face and his cheeks beginning to burn. ]
[Sakamoto takes note of the way Zura's fingers curl around his own, relinquishing a sigh of relief as he does. He's finally managed to say something that stems a somewhat normal, predictable reaction from the other.
Make no mistake, this isn't some carefully planned gesture, a ploy, sales pitch. He's believed this truly and very deeply for many years, and perhaps that's why he's been kind enough to let all the others' grievances roll off his shoulders.
[ what is this cocky reply???? Is Sakamoto trying to prove something? Like maybe he knows Katsura better than Zura knows him? Or something like that? The mood suddenly changes, a bit lighter (thank goodness) as he begins to chide Sakamoto. This is a nice distraction from what he is feeling. Something about having Tatsuma near him made him worry less. ]
Haaa? What is with that response.. ? Are you saying you think I don't know you better..? Sakamoto! [ HE KNOWS PLENTY ABOUT YOU! More than you know about him! Nevertheless, his hand doesn't leave Sakamoto's. In fact, he might have gotten closer just so he can look at his friend directly in the face, his cheeks beginning to puff up slightly. ]
Sakamoto has listened, has learned about Zura's childhood. But to be fair, the other has never bothered to mention a thing about his own history, despite being so deeply interested in the lives of others.]
Everything that's important.
[There was one, one very small thing he mentioned to a particularly shitty pirate a while back. It seems so long ago now, because they've been in this awful place for too many months, but he mentioned that...
He hasn't really changed at all, as a person, as a human being.]
I'm an idiot! I have been my whole life.
[Something about that determined look on his face seems to say otherwise.]
That's just it.
[But what do you know about his life, Zura? Anything at all? What his mother and father were like, how many siblings he has-]
[ Katsura listens to Sakamoto, dipping his head down slightly, dark eyes landing on their hands. He hasn't held hands with somebody in so long, it seems. Elizabeth had a flipper; that didn't count. His fingers loosen, the edges of them idly skirting over Sakamoto's inner wrist, taking in the feel of his skin. It's true, though, now that Sakamoto mentions it. He's been a mystery man out of the four and Katsura is curious. Zura falls quiet, still tracing his palm with his finger, up and down the gaps between Sakamoto's fingers then down his wrist.
It's been so good to have him here for the time being. ]
Ah. I've got it.
[ he looks at Sakamoto, a smile forming on his lips and his eyes brightening (finally.) He's leaning in a little closer, as if he is telling Sakamoto a secret. ]
[Sakamoto is distracted by the way Zura's girly fingers toy with his tired hands, as it's been a while since he's been touched like this.
That and he feels even more strange when Zura makes that bold statement, as never once before have the Joui bothered with his history. As a merchant, it was his job to sell the soldiers and their cause to potential benefactors, so he researched the lives of the best merchandise.
He's happy, sure enough, that someone has at least shown an ounce of interest in what lies beneath the surface, but-]
Fat chance!
I'm hellbent on winnin' this game.
[Mostly because he likes learning about you, Zura.
[ Fine. You be that way. Zura's cheeks puff up slightly, and, as if resulting to playful violence will somehow let Sakamoto give way and at least tell him some things about himself, he retreats his hand from Sakamoto's presence and proceeds to try and shove him over. His palm firmly rests against Sakamoto's shoulder as he pushes Sakamoto, hoping to at least knock him over on the empty side of the couch.
If he succeeds, he glances down at Sakamoto darkly. Was that a throw pillow he had in his palms? He's taking up the defense, everyone. It's going to smack right against his face if Tatsuma says something dumb. ]
I do not want to bet anything. [ Which means he does. He loves competition. ]
You have the upper hand already. It wouldn't be fair.
[Sakamoto plops down onto the couch, wincing as he eyes the pillow in Zura's hand. The guy's got a strong arm! Terrifying. It's terrifying!]
W-wait? Why are you so mad?!
You've never asked me anything! About that kind of stuff...
Ahhhhh! But I guess it might've seemed like I didn't want to talk about it, or somethin' like that. That's just 'cause! Who I've been 'n who I am... Ahaha~!
[He tilts his head to the side.]
They're one and the same.
[As vague as he gets about this kind of thing, he's given time to think for a second. A person's curiosity about one's past is reflects an extended sense of interest, a desire for closeness.
Zura is a close friend, right? Perhaps sharing a detail or two won't hurt.]
[ Ugh. Sakamoto looks so cute when he's confused— Katsura cannot help but feel his cheeks light up at the sight of him plopped sideways on the couch and act so innocent. His last comment, though. Zura gives him a moment. It's true, a new desire has budded in Zura's mind and heart. He wants to be more intimate with Sakamoto— not so much physically as emotionally.
Zura wondered why.
He seems flustered about the whole ordeal, so he just stuffs the pillow in Sakamoto's face, smothering him without much word or explanation. Stop. Hide that cute face. ]
[ Katsura gets some kind of odd pleasure from making Sakamoto suffer— not exactly in his suffering but the fact he has control of the situation, something as innocent as a pillow fight. Though, his joy doesn't linger long, and neither does it show on his face, eyes glaring down at the wiggling idiot beneath the throw pillow. When he thinks Sakamoto has had enough, he releases the pillow, but lets it rest on Sakamoto's face. Sakamoto can probably hear Zura sigh in frustration before he adds on: ]
Your face already does. [ He speaks calmly and quietly. He remembers what your balls look like, man. It's been years, but he remembers all of that hair. ]
[Then how do you know, Zura? If they're even lopsided at all! Maybe there's something else hiding under all that hair. Like a tiny colony of small rodents, or a nuclear missile.]
Hey, what's that supposed to mean? No! No it doesn't!
I shaved this morning! There's no way.
[He knows his balls are hairy.
Cut him some slack.]
My head may be wooly, but the head of the wooliest mammoth...
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[ Katsura tenses, feeling his well-subdued anger begin to rear its head upon being touched. His arm jolts, the back of his hand batting against Sakamoto's to encourage him to let go. ]
Don't even talk about him.
You don't know anything about him.
[ You weren't there for their entire story. ]
What drives his passion isn't what drives mine.
Do not put us together.
My cause is noble. His is not.
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[It is very rare that Sakamoto gets angry, but that comment does get under his skin. Perhaps it's because he's drawing upon the fact that Sakamoto didn't go through what they did, and while that may be true...
Who is to say he didn't go through just the same, or even worse?
He's never said anything about his past.
Sakamoto isn't one to talk about things that make him sad.]
It doesn't matter what your passion is. I don't mean ta say that your passion doesn't matter, don't take this the wrong way-
[Even when he's irritated, he's still diplomatic.]
But you're actin' crazy.
If you wanna be that guy, the man who brings Japan back in full swing... You've gotta calm down.
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He whirls his head around to finally look at Sakamoto. He isn't one to really yell during an argument, but one thing that gave away his temper was how intense his eyes looked. ]
What do you suppose we do? Sit back and allow this, and this, and this to happen..!? I'm tired of being toyed with!
I don't want to bark anymore, I want to bite and put an end to this!
[ He doesn't want to be weak. ]
You and nobody else can sway my decision..! Either you are with me or not.. and if you are not, then..—
[ You'll really be alone. ]
T—Then..
[ He just stops right there. ]
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His lips are shut tightly, drawn together in a thin, fine line. Zura and Sakamoto have never seen eye to eye when it comes to this sort of thing, and although usually they can agree to disagree...
The intensity slowly builds in his chest and in his ears, and in his eyes too, because they don't waver from Zura's, not at all, not one bit. Of course he isn't going to fight, he can't, not like that anymore. Perhaps that is his own fault. True! He wouldn't deny it. He lost his ability to fight in that way a long time ago, because he chose to do the thing he felt was best
And he wouldn't change a damn thing about it, because he still believes that he made the right choice.
But it is the very notion that he isn't worth listening to, which is somehow easier to tolerate when they're in a big group of people and he has to play the fool, that's wearing his patience thin right now. Every other time, perhaps, he's been able to make some kind of excuse when people treat him poorly- He chooses to mediate, the sacrifice is all worth it somehow, etc etc.
Usually he can ignore this kind of anger and move onto something else, but he's stuck. Stuck in one place and left to feel angry about that too.
As much as he loves to talk, sometimes the best way to leave a mark is to not say anything at all. Strange how quickly this man can change from fiery hot to ice cold, but the change is there, marked by the way he promptly lifts himself off the couch and picks his coat up off the rack he dumped it on earlier.]
Would you rather be alone? Than have me here.
I can leave, if you'd like.
[He sounds so polite, which is the most telling sign of how he truly feels.]
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The breath that he takes rattles his lungs, obviously stirred up by so much emotion. He practically takes a gasp of air to breathe better— no, he cannot imagine somebody else walking out on him. He hated thinking about it.
In a soft voice: ]
I'm sorry..
[ One hand lifts to hurriedly wipe away from warm tears that are beginning to form on his face, not looking at Sakamoto. He really had lost control of his emotions just now, hadn't he? ]
I'd rather die by your side than succeed by myself.
[ At this point, it was true, but he was so focused on making a point how important it was to him to rescue everyone and send them all home than the words that were coming out of his mouth. ]
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After all, nobody intended to be here in the first place.
With a sigh, he sits down near Zura again, idly taking a strand of hair and brushing it from the other's face. Sakamoto lets his index finger linger behind Zura's ear, and instead of addressing what actually bothered him about the samurai's words, he decides to move on.
To go forward.]
Zura.
You're not well.
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But he had been here for much longer than Sakamoto had been. He had seen so many terrible things, even though they weren't real, they felt real— like he had gone through even more trauma.
For some reason, Katsura wanted to carry the burden of saving everyone. He didn't want to share it with anybody else. Maybe it as to be recognized and admired as a hero like he always wanted to be back home— the hero reformist that saved Japan's valuable culture and older traditions. He's too stubborn to so easily ask for help.
He doesn't look at Sakamoto, tears flooding down his face at hang at his chin. He doesn't even know what to say at Sakamoto, so he just reaffirms his identity: ]
—I'm Katsura.
[ Katsura, the general position. Not Zura, the guy who could relax because Gintoki could handle it since he was around— those words they spoke as children when he was trying too hard. He needed to remind himself who he was when he felt weak. ]
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As a friend, somebody they cared about.
He opts to avoid words at this time, as Zura isn't likely to listen to him or change his mind about anything at all, not when he's feeling down like this. Reaching out, he grips one of the other's wrists very gently, in an attempt to pull it from the other's face. Insistently:]
You're not weak.
[To be fair, he is telling the truth.]
You're one of the strongest people I know.
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The words he speak captivate him for a brief moment, sweeping him into a mild state of confusion. Tatsuma is complimenting him? Just like that?
Unlike Gintoki, Katsura was concerned about his strength. Gintoki just wanted to do good for people so they wouldn't suffer like he does. Katsura, though, wanted to be recognized and adored for the things he could do and the strength he possessed.
He has to ask to be sure: ]
W..What? Ah..
[ He pulls his gaze to the ground, but allows Sakamoto to hold his wrist if he wants to. ]
I suppose I am strong when it comes to losing a Jenga game..
Or when I have to hold myself when the bathroom is occupied.
[ ah.
Then, with some more confidence, he looks back up at Sakamoto: ]
Yes, my bladder is very strong.
[ Zura no.. that's not what he means. ]
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The gears visibly turn in his head. Despite his attempt to quiet those strange ideas, he does laugh in response to Zura's peculiar choice of words.]
Ahahaha~! No, no!
You've always been a sore loser. That's not what I'm talkin' about.
[He's laughing so loudly, he doesn't even hear the bladder thing.]
You've been through so much, Zura. And still, ya don't throw in the towel! While some may call that stupid-
That looks a lot like strength ta me.
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His throat tightens up slightly. He doesn't know what else to say, so his hand inches closer to Sakamoto's until his fingers delicately curve around Sakamoto's hand.
He closes his eyes and squeezes Sakamoto's palm, turning his face away from him again, mainly because he is beginning to feel a small smile form on his face and his cheeks beginning to burn. ]
—Thank you.
[ then quietly: ]
I think you are strong too.
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Make no mistake, this isn't some carefully planned gesture, a ploy, sales pitch. He's believed this truly and very deeply for many years, and perhaps that's why he's been kind enough to let all the others' grievances roll off his shoulders.
With a smile as defiant as the wind, he utters:]
I know.
[He always has.]
But thank you.
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Is Sakamoto trying to prove something? Like maybe he knows Katsura better than Zura knows him? Or something like that? The mood suddenly changes, a bit lighter (thank goodness) as he begins to chide Sakamoto. This is a nice distraction from what he is feeling. Something about having Tatsuma near him made him worry less. ]
Haaa? What is with that response.. ? Are you saying you think I don't know you better..?
Sakamoto!
[ HE KNOWS PLENTY ABOUT YOU! More than you know about him! Nevertheless, his hand doesn't leave Sakamoto's. In fact, he might have gotten closer just so he can look at his friend directly in the face, his cheeks beginning to puff up slightly. ]
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You know enough.
[There's a sly, asshat-y look on his face.
Sakamoto has listened, has learned about Zura's childhood. But to be fair, the other has never bothered to mention a thing about his own history, despite being so deeply interested in the lives of others.]
Everything that's important.
[There was one, one very small thing he mentioned to a particularly shitty pirate a while back. It seems so long ago now, because they've been in this awful place for too many months, but he mentioned that...
He hasn't really changed at all, as a person, as a human being.]
I'm an idiot! I have been my whole life.
[Something about that determined look on his face seems to say otherwise.]
That's just it.
[But what do you know about his life, Zura? Anything at all? What his mother and father were like, how many siblings he has-]
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[ Katsura listens to Sakamoto, dipping his head down slightly, dark eyes landing on their hands. He hasn't held hands with somebody in so long, it seems. Elizabeth had a flipper; that didn't count. His fingers loosen, the edges of them idly skirting over Sakamoto's inner wrist, taking in the feel of his skin.
It's true, though, now that Sakamoto mentions it. He's been a mystery man out of the four and Katsura is curious. Zura falls quiet, still tracing his palm with his finger, up and down the gaps between Sakamoto's fingers then down his wrist.
It's been so good to have him here for the time being. ]
Ah.
I've got it.
[ he looks at Sakamoto, a smile forming on his lips and his eyes brightening (finally.) He's leaning in a little closer, as if he is telling Sakamoto a secret. ]
I should learn more so I don't lose against you.
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That and he feels even more strange when Zura makes that bold statement, as never once before have the Joui bothered with his history. As a merchant, it was his job to sell the soldiers and their cause to potential benefactors, so he researched the lives of the best merchandise.
He's happy, sure enough, that someone has at least shown an ounce of interest in what lies beneath the surface, but-]
Fat chance!
I'm hellbent on winnin' this game.
[Mostly because he likes learning about you, Zura.
(that and u r a lil transparent honey)]
Hey, let's make things interesting. Wanna bet?
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Zura's cheeks puff up slightly, and, as if resulting to playful violence will somehow let Sakamoto give way and at least tell him some things about himself, he retreats his hand from Sakamoto's presence and proceeds to try and shove him over. His palm firmly rests against Sakamoto's shoulder as he pushes Sakamoto, hoping to at least knock him over on the empty side of the couch.
If he succeeds, he glances down at Sakamoto darkly. Was that a throw pillow he had in his palms? He's taking up the defense, everyone. It's going to smack right against his face if Tatsuma says something dumb. ]
I do not want to bet anything.
[ Which means he does. He loves competition. ]
You have the upper hand already. It wouldn't be fair.
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W-wait? Why are you so mad?!
You've never asked me anything! About that kind of stuff...
Ahhhhh! But I guess it might've seemed like I didn't want to talk about it, or somethin' like that. That's just 'cause! Who I've been 'n who I am... Ahaha~!
[He tilts his head to the side.]
They're one and the same.
[As vague as he gets about this kind of thing, he's given time to think for a second. A person's curiosity about one's past is reflects an extended sense of interest, a desire for closeness.
Zura is a close friend, right? Perhaps sharing a detail or two won't hurt.]
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His last comment, though. Zura gives him a moment. It's true, a new desire has budded in Zura's mind and heart. He wants to be more intimate with Sakamoto— not so much physically as emotionally.
Zura wondered why.
He seems flustered about the whole ordeal, so he just stuffs the pillow in Sakamoto's face, smothering him without much word or explanation.
Stop. Hide that cute face. ]
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[Instead of actually taking the pillow into his own hands and saving himself from suffocation, Sakamoto flails miserably, like some sort of imbecile.
He hasn't the faintest clue what's going on inside Zura's head, although he'd be flattered to know that his friend finds the look on his face cute.]
Z-z-zura! My b*lls are already lopsided!
I don't want my face to match!
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Though, his joy doesn't linger long, and neither does it show on his face, eyes glaring down at the wiggling idiot beneath the throw pillow. When he thinks Sakamoto has had enough, he releases the pillow, but lets it rest on Sakamoto's face. Sakamoto can probably hear Zura sigh in frustration before he adds on: ]
Your face already does.
[ He speaks calmly and quietly. He remembers what your balls look like, man. It's been years, but he remembers all of that hair. ]
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Hey, what's that supposed to mean? No! No it doesn't!
I shaved this morning! There's no way.
[He knows his balls are hairy.
Cut him some slack.]
My head may be wooly, but the head of the wooliest mammoth...
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Is definitely in my pants.
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[ you're so gross, Sakamoto. ]
I do not need a reminder of that.
[ but look.. his face is blushing.....
he likes'm hairy, ok. ]
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[And now, it's Sakamoto's turn to be disgusted.]
How hairy my b*lls are.
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